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Updated: September 28, 2025
Long-boats bearing despatches rowed from ship to ship; hucksters from the shore came off in dories, dingies, and all variety of queer craft, to drive a farewell bargain with the sailors. The transport vessels were crowded with soldiers in the gay uniforms of militia commands.
True, there are fewer towns supported by this industry, fewer boats and men engaged in it; but in part this is due to the fact that the steam fishing boat carrying a large fleet of dories accomplishes in one season with fewer hands eight or ten times the work that the old-fashioned pink or schooner did.
There was a man frum down the coast told me once he was in a schooner where they darsen't ever blow a horn to the dories, becaze the skipper not the man he was with, but a captain that had run her five years before he'd drowned a boy alongside in a drunk fit; an' ever after, that boy he'd row along-side too and shout, 'Dory! dory! with the rest."
"Winter time, yes." "First I'd single-reef the mains'l. Then I'd hold her up a little not too much me being skipper would be to the wheel myself and then I'd give the order, 'Dories to the rail! and then, when everything was all right when I'd be satisfied we wouldn't foul the next vessel's trawls I'd call out, 'Over with your wind'ard dory!"
We all got aboard after a while, but our fine new seine was gone, and the big school of fish too. After a hard grapple we got the dories and a little later the seine-boat, and after a lot more work we got them right side up. The dories we pulled the plugs out of to let them drain and then took them on deck, but the seine-boat we had to pump out.
He did not get the dories aboard till he had given the more striking points of the tale, explaining as he backed and bumped round the counter how Harvey was the mascot to destroy any possible bad luck. So the boys came override as rather uncanny heroes, and every one asked them questions instead of pounding them for making trouble.
There was a slack time at noon, and the dories began to search for amusement. It was Dan who sighted the Hope Of Prague just coming up, and as her boats joined the company they were greeted with the question: "Who's the meanest man in the Fleet?" Three hundred voices answered cheerily: "Nick Bra-ady." It sounded like an organ chant. "Who stole the lampwicks?" That was Dan's contribution.
She knew she was somewhere in the neighbourhood of the Virgin, had caught the roar of it, and was, therefore, asking her way. This is a small part of what she heard from the dancing dories: "The Virgin? Fwhat are you talkin' of? 'This is Le Have on a Sunday mornin'. Go home an' sober up." "Go home, ye tarrapin! Go home an' tell 'em we're comin'."
And, by time, he'd forgot all about it and let it drop! And the dory had gone adrift and was out of sight. "'Gosh! says he, astonished-like. 'Pard, the son of a gun has slipped his halter! "I was pretty mad dories don't grow on every beach plum bush but there wa'n't nothin' to say that fitted the case, so I didn't try.
"I haven't set eyes on the Laughing Lass for well, I don't know how long, but it's five days anyway, perhaps more," replied Slade. They stared at him incredulously. "Oh, I see!" he burst out suddenly; "there were twin dories on the schooner. The other one's still there, I suppose. Did you find her on the stern davits?" "Yes." "That's it, then. You see when I left "
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